what you must understand is that i never get down on my knees to pray and i leave before i am left
and the mountains were on fire with those who were too tired to shed their old skin, bright flames and pretty little snakes with no shoes
don't you know Lucifer was God's favorite too?
i found a place where the water tastes like wine and the boys hide behind purple haze
a Pandora's box full of lilacs & heat
and Stella made me dizzy with her toxic classic taste but i was only trying to feel the way you did.
what you must understand is that just because we hold each other up, it doesn't mean that we're in love.
wide-eyed girls and barefoot boys playing with fire while the children laugh and cry "more, more"
he sang into the harmonica soft and sad and he has something to die for
a string of lights and an artist that no one but everyone knows
it's throwing a blood orange off the roof, pulpy innards painting the ground-
beauty of a lit cigarette, the color of destruction
fire and blood oranges
and your soft voice
tickling her ear.
it's your hands and Lucifer on my body with God whispering in my ear.
you.